The office was too quiet. Even with the faint hum of the city outside and the ticking of the gold-trimmed clock on the wall, it felt almost mocking — like the universe itself was reminding me how utterly ridiculous my morning had been.
I slumped in my chair, loosened my tie, and sighed. "Bullied by my own wife…" I muttered under my breath, staring at the half-finished report on my desk that I hadn't even tried to read. "And she didn't even let me pour the coffee properly."
Images of breakfast flashed in my head — Mio sitting across from me, her cheeks puffed in fury, her brows furrowed in that adorable way that should not have been adorable considering she was actively trying to murder me with her glares. Every time I tried to speak, she'd either pinch my arm or shove a spoonful of toast into my mouth to "keep me quiet."
